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Haven't you ever, like I have, wondered, seeing Alfred Eisenstadt's kiss over and over
by Lyn Lifshin
how that nurse feels
60 years later remembering
the news, August 15,
the shot glass filled over
and over on the street. Do
you think she compares
the smooth skin of her
arms to her 85 or 86 year
old elbows and wrists, the
little you can see of her
as it would be from then on.
If she married, and she
probably did, did those
large hands, those strong
arms haunt her through
childbirth and Sundays when
nothing seemed as it should?
Did the remembered taste
of those lips help blur the
colorlessness?
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